Just wanna rant somewhere.
Well it's been like 10 years being diagnosed with DMD. Kinda have to say it sucks caring so much when I'll pass over. Religion or no religion, who isn't scared to pass over to wherever we end up or think we end up. I feel no positive outlook or things I want to do before this precious life end. But I think, hoping for a cure? Idk. I'm 19, able to walk, can't imagine the day my legs finally give out... 6 more months or so I'll be 20 and walking... Frustrating to think that simple things like losing weight
(I'm obese; not helping me walk) I have to consult google or my doctor. Some things limit what I choose to do, that sucks. I'm tired things I used to do, I can't do them now. Stigma on men huh? I can't have the chance to even be one and I'm surprised still my parents hold on to their traditional values? How do you expect me to find love and have kids? Only thing I like to do is lay in my bed and doomscroll, idk how long I'll live right? Welp. Thanks for reading, I am venting it out.